So.... I walk into the kitchen.

Kimberly and Olga are standing at the sink. Kimberly is grabbing at something unseen around her butt area. I immediately forbid myself to look.

"What are you ladies up to?" I asked.

"I am so excited about work, I am ripping my pants off." Kimberly replied.

I paused at the sink, unsure of how to handle this.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"I am so excited about work, I am ripping my pants off." Kimberly looked at me like I was a moron and it was a terrible inconvenience to her to have to repeat herself. Then her expression slowly changed.

She first realized what she had said...

... Then she realized to whom she had said it.

"Chuck...wait!" Kimberly made a grab for me as I bolted for the kitchen door.

"I gotta go." I yelled back to her. "I gotta go write something down!"

"HE'S GOING TO WRITE A STORY!" Olga helped to add to Kimberly's panic, jumping up and down and clapping.

"Don't start with me, Chuck!" Kimberly hollered after me, still picking at whatever was on her back pocket.

But I was already gone.

DCD

Copyright 2002 David Charles Dill Jr.